This blog is full of Wee Fictions (and poetry, too)
Thursday, 12 July 2012
The Lazy Headmaster sits in his moonlit garden. His wife, a Civil Servant, lights a candle and places it on the table. They have guests, a Legal Drug Peddlar and his wife, an Artist. The men talk of how they intend to spend their respective ill gotten gains while the the subtext screams silently- the Lazy Headmaster wants to fuck the Artist, while the Legal Drug Peddlar wants to fuck the Civil Servant. The women, bored, exchange views on the best way to cook aubergines.